1000 years later

A girl is living in the year 3000, where the sky is always grey and trees are unheard of. Don't judge me because it is horrible. It was a piece of writing I did in a year 6 competition, that I just wanted to show to you.

Submitted:Oct 20, 2012
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3000

Perth
must've once been beautiful. There could have been blue skies
different types of plants or even trees. I think mums lying
about this sort of stuff because everyone knows that the sky
is grey, the only type of plant is fungi and I don't even
know what a tree is. But, mum's a scientist and she's 42 so
he must know a lot more than me being only 7 and still in
primary school. Still it is very hard to believe that even
1000 years ago (the year 2000) All that stuff was still
around.

Today I
am moving house because of mum's research. I'm not sure that
I want to go and I don't really know what her research is
about, but I love the feeling that we're moving location. I
love packing my bags and putting them through the
teleportation door to the house delivery company. I love
looking at what the 'for sale' sign that is placed on top of
the address to my house when it is typed up on 'woogle
housefinder' the best real estate websight in the world. I
gives me the feeling we're on holiday. After one last glance
at my old house, I am just about to type my new address into
the teleportation door when my Dad stops me with one
hand.

"Maggie, we're not going by the
teleportation door today we're going by car." He tells
me.

"Why?"
I ask bewildered. "With the car it takes at least more than 5
minutes to get somewhere, with the teleportation door It
takes 5 seconds."

"I know
Maggie, but the place we're going doesn't have a
teleportation door." Says Dad "I know it old fashioned, but
as soon as your mum is finished with her research we'll be
back in a jiffy" I can tell that he I trying to stay cheerful
but I doubt that he wants to go.

Being
in a car I have to say is the most boring thing in the world.
I have been counting the drizzles of rain on the window for
almost an hour and I don't think I can bore myself anymore.
Just as I'm about to die of boredom Dad presses some buttons
on his remote control to pull up into shed of the weirdest
house I have ever seen. Well, actually the house isn't that
bad. It's the stuff around it that's weird. Green spiky
things are on the ground, some with pretty little yellow
things placed on top of it. Right in the middle of all this
confusion-I'm trembling as I write these words- there is a
tree. Really I'm not kidding. I've listened to many of mums
descriptions of trees in the past and this tree matches all
the descriptions completely. I am just about to rush outside
and explore this weird and wonderful tree, but before I can,
mum grabs my shoulder me and says,

"Maggie
you cant go outside, the front and back yard are for research
purposes only. If you go outside you could get many illnesses
or diseases, because you have never been outside before. As a
matter of fact, no one around the globe has ever set foot
outside in 500 years. We don't know what the environment
holds, Maggie"

"I've
been out-" I blurt, but then shut my mouth because I know
that that is a total lie. I always go to other places using
the teleportation device, which I've never teleported outside
with, and the car is always parked in the shed. I've never
been outside except when I was in a car! After I help fix up
the house with mum and dad I go to bed, surprised that I had
never found that out before.

The
next morning I wake up in my new house feeling extremely
curious to know about this mysterious 'outside.' I cant
believe that no ones set foot outside for 500 years. I don't
want to disobey my parents though, but outside looks so
amazing. After a long hour of debating whether I should go
outside or not my curiosity finally gets the better of me and
I go out of the window of my room to the back yard. Its a
fabulous experience. All different scents of nature waft
around me like-well I don't know what like, it's all new! The
air is refreshing and made my lungs work well and easily.
"that is probably why everyone has asthma now days" I think
to myself "because no one has been outside to get fresh air"
The cool breeze hits my face like a rock because of the
lovely texture and the green stuff on the ground brushes my
ankles like soft spikes of kleenex tissues. Just as I am
about to explore the tree I spot a huge, red and furious face
from behind the window.

"OH MY
GOD, I've been caught."

"Why
Maggie why?" demands mum. "why did you disobey me?" "You
could've become seriously sick so you'll have to get tonnes
of medication from the doctor now, oh and you'll be in the
papers. Think of the humiliation!"

"woah,
breathe mum" I say in relaxed tone to calm mum down. It
doesn't work. Mum keeps rambling on and on about the same
thing that I find myself nearly drifting off to sleep. I
think that it's a bit useless, because really, I don't find
myself that sick. To tell the truth, I feel quite a bit
better than what I used to be. I also don't care about being
in the papers. To be honest, I'm truly a bit excited to be
known world wide. Its the medication that I'm scared about. I
hope I don't have to get any injections.

"Maggie, this won't hurt even
slightly" says the doctor.

"Ugh" I
knew I was going to have to have injections. I know that
injections don't hurt, but It's just the process of having a
pointy stick stabbed into your shoulder that freaks me out a
little. I'm sitting on the sofa in my living room getting all
my medications from the doctor today and every medication I
have had has been inserted by a needle. Usually it wouldn't
be that bad, but mum is not here holding my hand because she
thinks these needles are more like a punishment for going
outside. I close my eyes and wait for the next horrid jab to
come through my shoulder. "by 3 it'll be over" I think to
myself

"1,2,3..." Nothing came. I open my
eyes to see that the doctor isn't there.

"Hey
doctor where are you? I yell.

"I'm
here Maggie" says the doctor. "Don't be
alarmed"

I walk
to the next room and nearly have a hard attack despite the
doctors warning. My dad and the doctor are kneeling beside my
mum who doesn't seem to be moving. I look at the doctor for
some explanation, who just simply says,

"Your
mum does not have enough oxygen in her body. She is dying as
we speak."

I kneel
down and start to cry, as if waterfalls were pouring out my
eyes. Tears pour down my cheeks as I think about all the
happy memories I have had with Mum. I wish there was at least
some way to save her. I would do anything, absolutely
anything to make my mum healthy again. Then it hits
me.

"Mum
needs to outside" I say.

"No
way." Says Dad and the doctor in unison. "It will just kill
her quicker"

"No,
listen to me!" I nearly scream in frustration. "Outside it is
a lot easier to breathe. We can save mum if you just listen
to me!" "No Maggie she is not going outside. Just accept the
fact that we cannot help her." Says the doctor. In the
background I can see Dad nodding his head in
agreement.

"They
don't care that mum's dying." I think. "Here I am, with one
possible way to save her, and all they do is turn it down."
As I'm thinking about this, rage boils over my brain like a
bubbling volcano. I'm starting to hate my Dad and the doctor
because it is their fault mums not getting better. I also
hate the invention of 'inside', because if it was never
invented mum would have never got sick in the first place.
Suddenly I don't care what the doctor or Dad thinks. I throw
a chair at the window as hard as I can, which makes the chair
and the window shatter as if lightning struck it. I lift mum
up and carry her over my shoulder which for any 7 year old
except me would've been impossible, but I am very strong, and
when my mum's dying, weight would not putt me off from saving
her. I then climb out the window and place her on the ground.
I pick the yellow things off the green stuff and place them
around her, like a bed. I can here people shouting at me in
the distance, but all my senses are for mum. I place a hand
on her chest. Her heart is still beating, but it is very
faint. "Mum" I whisper. "Please don't
die."

Then
suddenly out of no where, her heart beat starts to feel more
clear. I can feel her chest rising up and down. "mum?" I
ask.